Brain Storm by Cat Gilbert (ebook reader computer .txt) 📕

“HOW CAN YOU read that drivel?” Trinity snapped her phone closed and crossed one long leg over the other, her toe bouncing up and down with nervous energy.

I just gave a shrug and went back to perusing my rag. They’d already taken my insurance information and then my vitals. Now it was just a matter of filling the time until they had an open room. Within minutes, I heard my name and made a point of throwing the magazine in Trinity’s lap as I headed back. She might talk big, but I’d seen her flip one open a time or two.

I followed the nurse through the big doors and down the hallway to the nurse’s station and the mini exam rooms clustered around it. Ushered into my own personal cubby hole, I hopped up on the table while the nurse pulled the curtain partially closed and ordered me to get into the flimsy hospital gown she tossed down on the exam table next to me. Then she informed me the doctor would be with me in a minute and sailed out of my enclosure, pulling the curtain closed behind her. I eyed the gown for a second before deciding there was no need to change. I mean, I had a head injury. Why did I need to take off my clothes? Instead, I amused myself for a few minutes looking in the drawers of the little stand next to the table. Nothing good in there. I flopped back on the table and stared at the ceiling wondering how long a doctor’s minute actually was. The sound of the nurse pulling the curtain back startled me, and I nearly fell off the table.

“Sorry to wake you.” She smiled as she apologized, not at all concerned that a head trauma patient had been out like a light. I guess it’s common practice for patients to drop off in the ‘minute’ it takes for the doctor to get around to them. “I wanted to let you know we hadn’t forgotten about you. The doctor’s just finishing up on a hand fracture and he’ll be right in.” Suddenly she frowned, catching sight of the hospital gown still lying on the exam table next to me.

“Ouch,” I said, hoping to distract her from the gown. I didn’t want a fight, but I had no intention of putting that thing on. “That sounds painful. How’d he do that?”

“Slammed it in a car door. You’d be surprised how often that happens.” She eyed the gown and then me. “You’re not going to put that on, are you?”

I shook my head and for a minute I thought she was going to try to insist. Something in my eyes must have convinced her otherwise, or else she’d had a really long day already, because she just heaved a sigh, rolled her eyes and left, pulling the curtain closed again behind her.

I’d like to blame it on the blow to my head, but it took a few minutes for her words to sink in. One second I was sitting there thinking how much it must hurt to slam a car door on your hand and the next, I was reliving that morning in the coffee shop. Jonas was pulling up, the gun was pointed at Jonas, suddenly the door slammed. The gun went off, flying from the hand holding it. The hand that was caught in the door. What were the odds? I mean really. What were the odds? The investigator in me had seen too many long shots pay off to ignore a chance like this. However unlikely it might be, I had to check it out.

Slipping silently off of the table, I stuck my head out of the curtains for a look see. Many of the exam tables were empty and those that had occupants, had the curtains pulled closed, just like mine were. Thankful I had stuck to my guns about the gown thing, I crept along the closed curtains with no idea where to go. I reached the nurse’s station and was relieved to see that it was empty except for a single nurse I hadn’t seen before. I needed to move fast before anyone else showed up. Rushing up to the desk, I leaned over to get her attention.

“Can you help me? I’m looking for my friend. He came in with a broken hand. Slammed it in the car door?” I silently prayed I had given enough information that she wouldn’t ask me his name. Somehow I didn’t think Denzel was his real name.

“Down that hall, first door to the left. The casting room.” She pointed to her left, past the exam rooms, in the opposite direction from the waiting room doors. At least I was between him and the most immediate exit.

Smiling a thanks, I headed straight for the hall, hoping that I would be out of her line of sight before I got to the casting room door. As luck would have it, the door was set back in a small alcove that I was happy to duck into. Leaning in toward the door, I could make out two voices inside. I had just decided my best approach to finding out who was in the room, was to drop back out of sight and keep watch, when the door suddenly opened, and I found myself standing nose to nose with the doctor.

I barely had time to register that the patient on the table behind him was, in fact, Denzel, before he jumped up and came charging at the door. He hit the doctor from behind in a vicious tackle that drove him into me and sent the three of us sailing across the hall, only to be slammed to a stop when we hit the far wall. Falling into a heap, Denzel kicked and punched until he managed to break free of the tangled mess of bodies and took off down the hall toward the exit. Dazed, I tried to follow, only to find my knees giving way was I went down on all fours. Looking up, I saw the ER doors already starting to close behind him, nurses and patients staring in confusion, frozen into immobility. I could feel blood running down my face, and glancing over, saw the doctor was unconscious next to me on the floor. Struggling to get to my feet, I managed to rise halfway before I collapsed back onto the cold tile of the floor, the closed ER doors the last thing I saw before the darkness took me.